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Glo. Come then, away; let's have no more ado. K. Edw. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;
And pray that I may repossess the crown. [Erevent
Is new committed to the bishop of York,
Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe.
Riv. These news, I must confess, are full of grief:
Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may;
Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
Q. Eliz. Till then, fair hope must hinder life's
And I the rather wean me from despair,
For love of Edward's offspring in my womb :
This is it that makes me bridle passion
And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear,
And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown.
Riv. But, madam, where is Warwick then be-
Q. Eliz. I am informed, that he comes towards
To set the own once more on Henry's head: Guess thou the rest; king Edward's friends must down.
But, to prevent the tyrant's violence,
(For trust not him that hath once broken faith,)
I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,
To save at least the heir of Edward's right;
There shall I rest secure from force, and fraud.
Come therefore, let us fly, while we may fly;
If Warwick take us, we are sure to die. [Exeunt.
SCENE. V. - A Park near Middleham Castle in
Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, Sir WILLIAM STANLEY, and others.
Glo. Now, my lord Hastings, and sir William Stanley,
Leave off to wonder, why I drew you hither,
Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
Thus stands the case: You know, our king, my brother,
Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
He hath good usage and great liberty;
And often, but attended with weak guard,
Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
I have advértis'd him by secret means,
That if, about this hour, he make this way,
Under the colour of his usual game,
He shall here find his friends, with horse and men,
To set him free from his captivity.
Enter KING EDWARD, and a Huntsman. Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.
K. Edw. Nay, this way, man; see, where the huntsmen stand.
Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the rest, Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?
Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth haste; Your horse stands ready at the park corner.
K. Edw. But whither shall we then?
Hast. To Lynn, my lord; and ship from thence to Flanders.
Glo. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
Glo. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.
K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou
Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd.
SCENE VI. A Room in the Tower. Enter KING HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SoMERSET, young RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, Lieutenant of the Tower, and Attendants.
K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and friends
Have shaken Edward from the regal seat;
And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys;
At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;
But, if an humble prayer may prevail,
I then crave pardon of your majesty.
K. Hen. For what, lieutenant? for well using me?
Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness,
For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure:
Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts,
At last, by notes of household harmony,
They quite forget their loss of liberty. -
But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free,
And chiefly therefore, I thank God, and thee;
He was the author, thou the instrument.
Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite,
By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me;
And that the people of this blessed land
May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars;
Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
I here resign my government to thee,
For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous;
And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
By spying, and avoiding, fortune's malice,
For few men rightly temper with the stars:
Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,
For choosing me, when Clarence is in place.
Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway To whom the heavens, in thy nativity, Adjudg'd an olive branch, and laurel crown, As likely to be blest in peace, and war; And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
War. And I choose Clarence only for protector. K. Hen. Warwick, and Clarence, give me both your hands;
Now join your hands, and, with your hands, your hearts,
That no dissention hinder government :
I make you both protectors of this land;
While I myself will lead a private life,
And in devotion spend my latter days,
To sin's rebuke, and my Creator's praise.
War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's
Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; For on thy fortune I repose myself.
War. Why then, though loath, yet must I be con
We'll yoke together, like a double shadow
To Henry's body, and supply his place;
mean, in bearing weight of government, While he enjoys the honour, and his ease. And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful,
Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor,
And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
Clar. What else? and that succession be deter-
War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief affairs,
Let me entreat, (for I command no more,)
That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward,
Be sent for, to return from France with speed :
For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear
My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.
Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
K. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond.
K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: If secret
[Lays his hand on his head.
Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.
His looks are full of peaceful majesty;
His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown,
His hand to wield a scepter; and himself
Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne.
Make much of him, my lords; for this is he
Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
Enter a Messenger.
What then remains, we being thus arriv'd
From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of York,
But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
Glo. The gates made fast! - Brother, I like not
For many men, that stumble at the threshold,
Are well foretold · that danger lurks within.
K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not now
So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts
What may befall him, to his arm, and ours:
Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany,
Till storms be past of civil enmity.
Orf. Ay; for, if Edward repossess the crown,
Tis like, that Richmond with the rest shall down.
Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany.
Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. [Exeunt.
SCENE VII.- Before York.
Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and
Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
that once more I shall interchange
My waned state for Henry's regal crown.
Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the seas,
And brought desired help from Burgundy :
K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery: But we
Our title to the crown; and only claim
Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest.
Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again;
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings, I came to serve a king, and not a duke, —
and the rest;
Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
[A march begun. K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, awhile; and we'll debate,
Re-enter the Mayor, and two Aldermen, below.
K. Edw. So, master mayor: these gates must not
But in the night, or in the time of war.
What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
[Takes his keys.
For Edward will defend the town, and thee,
And all those friends that deign to follow me.
Drum. Enter MONTGOMERY, and Forces, marching.
Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery,
Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.
K. Edw. Welcome, sir John! But why come you
Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm. As every loyal subject ought to do.
By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
Mont. What talk you of debating? in few words,
Mont And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's right,
By this I challenge him to single fight.
[Throws down his gauntlet.
All. Long live Edward the Fourth!
K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;
thanks unto you all.
If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York:
And, when the morning sun shall raise his car
Above the border of this horizon,
We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates;
For, well I wot, that Henry is no soldier.
Ah, froward Clarence! - how evil it beseems thee,
To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother!
Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and War-
Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day;
And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.
SCENE VIII. London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter KING HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE, MON-
TAGUE, EXETER, and Oxford.
War. What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia, With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, And with his troops doth march amain to London; And many giddy people flock to him.
Orf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again. Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find
Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st:-
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd,
In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
Like to his island, girt in with the ocean,
Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,
Shall rest in London, till we come to him.
Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.
Farewell, my sovereign.
K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.
Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand. K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortu
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
Those will I muster up: and thou, son Clarence,
Shalt tir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
Mont. Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
Orf. And thus [kissing HENRY's hand.] I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montagne, And all at once, once more a happy farewell. War. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at Co ventry.
[Exeunt WAR. CLAR. OXF. and MONT. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field, Should not be able to encounter mine.
Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed hath got me fame.
I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears:
I have not been desirous of their wealth,
Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,
Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd;
Then why should they love Edward more than me?
No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:
And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
The lamb will never cease to follow him.
[Shout within. A Lancaster! A Lancaster! Ere. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these? Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence,
And once again proclaim us king of England. —
You are the fount, that makes small brooks to flow,
Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry,
And swell so much the higher by their ebb. —
Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.
[Exeunt some with KING HENRY.
And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
Where peremptory Warwick now remains:
The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,
Cold-biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.
Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join,
And take the great-grown traitor unawares :
Brave warriors march amain towards Coventry.
Drums. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, and
K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall.
War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd,
That we could hear no news of his repair?
K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city
Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee?
Call Edward - king, and at his hands beg mercy,
And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?. Call Warwick -patron, and be penitent, And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
Or did he make the jest against his will?
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give ; I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
[Drum heard. War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies; The drum your honour hears, marcheth from Warwick.
War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for
Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly Will issue out again, and bid us battle:
K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's pri
And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,
What is the body when the head is off?
Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace,
And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still,
Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down,
kneel down :
Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.
War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
And with the other fling it at thy face,
Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide
This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off,
Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,
Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.
Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours. War. O cheerful colours! see, where comes !
Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
-[OXFORD and his Force enter the City.
Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too.
K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs.
Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt,
If not, the city, being but of small defence,
We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.
Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours.
Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
[He and his Forces enter the City.
Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this
Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory:
My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.
Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours.
Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
[He and his Forces enter the City.
Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset,
Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours.
War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps
Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
With whom an upright zeal to right prevails,
More than the nature of a brother's love :
Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls.
Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this
[Taking the red rose out of his cap.
Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:
I will not ruinate my father's house,
Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
To bend the fatal instruments of war
Against his brother and his lawful king?
Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath :
To keep that oath, were more impiety
Than Jephtha s, when he sacrific'd his daughter.
I am so sorry for my trespass made,
That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;
With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,
(As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks. ·
Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends;
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times
Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust!
K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the
town, and fight?
Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence:
I will away towards Barnet presently,
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.
K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads
the way: Lords, to the field; Saint George, and victory. [March. Exeunt.
We might recover all our loss again!
The queen from France hath brought a puissan!
SCENE II. A Field of Battle near Barnet. Alarums, and Excursions. Enter KING EDWARD, bringing in WARWICK wounded.
K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;
For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.
Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.
War. Ah, who is nigh! come to me friend or foe,
And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick?
Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart
That might not be distinguish'd; but, at last,
I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,
O, farewell, Warwick!
War. Sweet rest to his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [Dies. Orf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!
[Exeunt, bearing off WARWICK's body.
Another Part of the Field.
SCENE III. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, in triumph; with CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest.
K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward
And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,
That will encounter with our glorious sun,
Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,
And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloua,
And blow it to the source from whence it came:
Thy very beams will dry those vapours up;
For every cloud engenders not a storm.
Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
K. Edw. We are advértis'd by our loving friends, That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury; We having now the best at Barnet field, Will thither straight, For willingness rids way: And, as we march, our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along. Strike up the drum; cry- Courage! and away. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. - Plains near Tewksbury. March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers.
Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
What though the mast be now blown over-board,
The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood;